A sigh of relief escaped your lips once you had gently flipped your open sign around where now it read Sorry We're Closed. It was almost midnight, 11:50 pm to be exact. Staying over time to tend to every trinket, toy, and  miscellaneous artifacts was almost therapeutic for you. As everything was a precious reminder of your old man's aspersions. 

Deciding to take one more look around the shop just for good measures before leaving… you admire it all. You relished in the idea that you stood before objects that told a story from lives before even your grandfather's time. And some which held history's from cultures around the world. For example, now you stood before a shelf that was arranged with dozens of dolls. Yes, some of them are a bit more creepy and worn out than others. But all of them held a precious past.

Smiling at them all, your eyes fell upon one in particular. A small porcelain doll… Leaning close, you happily gazed at the details of the toy, before reaching out to softly stroke the face of it. You only pried your eyes and hand away when the sound of the grandfather clock rang through the shop, alerting you that it was now midnight. Stepping away, you make your way towards the exit… Before you felt the grip of something— no, someone.

“My lady… Please, do not abandon me. Not after I have finally found you.” A voice begged one which was soft and rather solem. When you turned to look at who had called out to you, your eyes widened. When you witness the small little doll now, alive.